" Taking a deep breath, she led this boy (What was his name? Did it even matter?) toward a couch.

She reached for a beer on the table beside them and chugged the entire thing. Then she knelt between the boy's legs and kissed him. Their teeth scraped.

She reached down and unbuckled his belt, looking down long enough to register that he wore boxers. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like if the bass in the music could beat through the pores of her skin. "

― Jodi Picoult , The Tenth Circle